Quotes About Passion

He bought a couch that he adorned with silks of Tyrian purple. He lay her upon it and sang ballads to her. Like most great visual artists he was an incompetent musician and a deplorable poet.

Horror's not a symptom, it's a love affair.

My heart is a chainsaw, yes, but you're the one who starts it.

Can't I just like horror because it's great? Does there have to be some big explanation?

Sometimes they need help in the form of a furie running at them, her mouth open in a scream, her eyes white hot, her heart forever pure.

I like physics, but I love cartoons.

Science is not only a disciple of reason but, also, one of romance and passion.

Someone once said that scientists and prostitutes get paid for doing what they enjoy.

What does writing let you do that you couldn't do otherwise?" I answered, quickly, that it let me live the life I loved and to do odd things—falconry, travel, animal keeping. And, I added, "sometimes get paid for them.

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler's heart, kill your darlings.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.

So okay? there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You've blown up your TV and committed yourself to a thousand words a day, come hell or high water. Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want.

Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him..

Do you drink? Of course,I just said I was a writer.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent, you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.

You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Love isn't soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

I am your number one fan.

He killed them with their love

Weird love's better than no love at all.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

there is no gain without risk, perhaps no risk without love.

Dancing is life.